It was late summer 1939. Winston Churchill, then a member of the British Parliament, and artist Paul Maze were leisurely painting at their easels by a babbling brook in the French countryside. Suddenly, a young messenger boy came running across the field, clutching a telegram. "Situation worsening," it read. "Advice: Come home. You might have a job," Maze would later recall in a documentary.
Maze began packing up his belongings. Churchill, paintbrush in hand and cigar wedged in his mouth, did not turn from his canvas. "You'll finish that painting," he scolded. "You won't do another one for another four years."